Page 18 of Beg for Death
"I'm not." My voice sounded weak to my own ears. It was hard to deny something when I was literally proving him right.
The back of his hand whipped across my face, lighting up my cheek.
"Did I ask you?"
"No, sir." I licked my lips, my hard-on didn't so much as go away. In fact, my boxers were clinging to my length thanks to the precum dripping from my slit.
"Good. No more talking. I've been taking care of everything around here and it's time you help out."
That didn't sound so bad. Anything was better than staring at the walls and waiting for something to happen.
What if I have to kill someone again?
My entire body was covered in a cold chill. I was bored, but I wasn't that bored. I never wanted to feel hot sticky blood over my fingers or the way a knife cut into flesh so easily again. My fingers opened and closed a few times as I tried to remember how to breathe.
I'd mostly been suppressing the memory; it felt easier. And when I really thought about it, when the memory crept up in my head late at night, I rationalized it. Maybe the guy hurt someone in Ezra's family. Or he could have been a pedo and Ezra got rid of him. Those thoughts made it possible for me to keep functioning.
"Are you listening to me? Boy!" Ezra's accent thickened, breaking through the spiraling thoughts that took over for a second.
I blinked and instantly locked in on his dark brown eyes. He wasn't happy with me, and I flinched back. I hadn't meant for my mind to wander off.
"Every single time you don't give me your full, undivided attention, you will be punished."
Huh?
"Any task that isn't done to my liking, you will get punished." He ticked each rule off on his long fingers. "Talking back, punishment. Running away, punishment. Breaking anything, punishment. Touching things that don't belong to you,punishment. Not taking your pills will result in a punishment. Failure to eat before taking your meds will result in a punishment."
Punishment. Shit. "How do I get a reward?"
Ezra's mouth was still open as he was about to list more potential punishments. "You think you deserve a reward?"
My shoulders slumped. "No." But I wanted one.
"Good." He grabbed my hair and forced my head back. "You're nothing more than my prisoner. This isn't a fun time. The faster you get that through yourbonita calavera pequeñathe better we both will be." He let me go and headed out the room.
I stayed in my spot, heart pounding, fear coursing through my veins, and my cock hard. I should have been shaking in a corner and begging to be let free.
"Boy."
My head snapped up, and I pushed up off the ground to my feet.
"You better be crawling or I'll break your fucking legs so you have to."
I dropped down just as quickly as I'd gotten up. My knees scraped over the hardwood floor as I made my way down the hall.
It felt like forever since I stepped foot outside of my room. The air in the hallways even smelled different.
My chain rattled behind me a constant reminder that I wasn't there of my own free will. Ezra stood in the kitchen, staring down at me as if waiting.
"You can clean up in here and get started on lunch. I have things I need to do." He gestured to the room. It wasn't even all that messy. "Do something stupid, and I will make you regret it, am I clear?"
"Yes, Daddy."
A visible shiver wrecked Ezra's frame as he turned away from me. The front door opened and then closed, and I was left in the kitchen alone. In the house alone. I could look for some way to escape, but what if he was testing me? To see what I would do. I glanced up, looking for cameras. I saw something I thought was a camera but I wasn't certain either. Or he could be standing right outside the door waiting for me to try and leave. I inched closer to the door, the temptation too great. A few inches from being able to reach it, my chain went taut. There wasn't another inch to give.
I groaned.
Ezra came back with a smile on his face. "Do I need to beat your ass red again?"
